My Fantasy Part 1 MF Roleplay

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Standing on the curb outside the High School, she looks like the fulfillment of a horny sixteen year-old boy’s messiest wet dream.

Her hair, a light strawberry blonde, courses to her shoulders in wide ringlets. They spring slightly as she turns to look at me. A look that is demure and inviting at the same time.

Her eyes glitter green in the sun, twinkling with mischief. A smile appears as if by magic across her lips, shining, pink with moisture and no trace of lipstick.

The man’s dress shirt she wears is tied at the midriff and the top three buttons are unfastened. As she turns towards me, a flash of glitter on her belly reveals to me a gem in the goblet of her navel.

Her swelling hips are covered by a pleated plaid skirt that I’m sure is too short for the school dress code. It is one of those that promise white cotton panties underneath. As she steps towards me, flashes of alabaster thigh are visible between the hem of her skirt and the tops of the white stockings that encase her legs like a second skin.

Her shoes appear to be penny loafers, but on closer inspection, are heels that flex the muscles of her calf and make her ass ride tight and high.

As I pull up to the curb and roll down the passenger window, she leans provocatively over the car, revealing the ample rise of her breasts held only tentatively within her straining bra. I envy the boys who wait in front of the school, sure that they are getting a fine view of her panties and ass.

“Hello Daddy” she says.

“Have you been waiting for me long?” I ask.

“All my life.” she says with a wicked smile.

As she gets into the car, she slides down the back of the car seat and my thoughts about the panties are confirmed. But these are no schoolgirl panties. They are white all right, but about as micro-bikini as you can get. Her mound and tangle of hair are barely covered.

She catches me staring, crosses her legs slowly, and tugs her skirt into place. “Like what you see?” she asks, her wicked smile flashing again. “Maybe you get to see more later, let’s go!”

I stammer out something like an apology for my lustful gape and with some difficulty I put the car in gear and move into traffic, resisting the urge to try to look down her blouse and see what undoubtedly are large, round and pink nipples. I almost have to slap myself back into reality to keep my mind on my driving, but my fantasies have had their effect on me.

My cock has slowly hardened and is now an obvious bulge in my shorts. She cannot help but see it, but says nothing. She looks at me and slowly wets her lips with her tongue, her saliva shining. My cock throbs visibly.

“I’m not ready to go home yet,” she says, “Let’s take a ride down by the lake”. “If we’re lucky, the submarine races will be going on. If not, maybe something else will be ‘going down’ out there.”

I made the turn off the main road towards the lake, my cock twitching with anticipation.

Soon, we find ourselves in a very secluded area, surrounded by trees with a view of the lake. I lower the convertible top to let the late afternoon sun shine in on us, and we sit there silently enjoying the view. My cock has returned to its relaxed state, and I am feeling more comfortable being around this girl.

“Is it getting hot?” she says, “I feel really hot!” With that, she pulls her arms inside her shirt and after a few moments of effort emerges with her bra in hand. She tosses it carelessly into the back seat. Her large breasts now press directly against the fabric of her shirt, the nipples obviously hardening with their exposure. “That’s better!” she says with relief.

I try to begin some kind of conversation, but I do not seem to be making any sense. She listens attentively but keeps slowly crossing and uncrossing her legs. The sound of the nylon of her stockings sliding across each other and the quick flashes of thigh keep me completely preoccupied. She is totally in control of me and she seems to know it.

I do not seem to know what to do. I want to take this woman/child and ravish her completely, but I do not seem to know how to begin.

“Why don’t you come a little closer”, I say with what feels like a shaky voice. “Why?” she says. “What do you have in mind?” But she slides across the leather seat and is soon tucked securely under my arm, her head resting lightly on my chest. Her breathing blowing into my shirt and making my nipples harden also.

I can now see down her shirt and my dreams of her tits are all fulfilled. They are large, round and topped by half-dollar sized pink nipples that are hard and the size of pencil erasers. My cock begins to swell again. There is no hiding it with her so close to me.

“So”, she says, “is that a python in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?” She places her right hand on my left leg and crooks a finger under the edge of my shorts, just inches from my now very hard cock.

My leg physically jumps at her touch. She laughs quietly. “I won’t hurt you” she says, “Don’t you want me to touch you?” I am yearning for her to touch every part of my body but say, “No, it’s OK, you can leave your hand there”. She laughs again without comment.

Her fingers begin to draw lazy circles in the hair on my leg. I never realized that a simple touch could be so erotic, but my throbbing cock is testimony to it.

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